Under Cover

I walked into the building we just purchased. It was going to be our new gym. John and I sat down on a couch that was left behind by the previous owner. They left an assortment of things behind. Judging by the mess that was left behind their departure wasn't voluntary. Pictures still hung, boxes half full of what looks to be trash. Some boxes full of vinyls, photos and cassette tapes. John picked up a plaque that was leaning against the couch. It had the name of a motorcycle club and their motto stuck to it.

"This is out place now," said John as he began prying the plastic strips off the plaque.

Suddenly we heard footsteps coming down the stairs behind us. We thought the place was empty! A member of the club approached us and questioned us, "What are you guys doing?" he asked.

"This place is ours, we just bought it." said John matter-of-factly.

"I don't know what you are talking about. This place was never for sale." said the man. "Get out!" he yelled.

At that, I started to walk towards the door, but John stayed behind staring the man straight in the face. This wasn't going to end well. John pulled out his knife and with a flick of a wrist the blade was out. John thrust his hand forward before anyone had a chance to react. The man fell back and all I could see was the handle of John's knife sticking out of the man's chest. With a look of surprise the man fell back and slumped to the ground.

This started a war. I ran away scared. I built a machine that I could drive around with. It had guns mounted on it. Somehow I became a public enemy and people of the town tried to kill me. I defended myself and lost favor with the mayor. No one liked me. I was now held by gun point and not allowed to leave.

Suddenly I'm in Blood Gulch from Halo. I was working on taking out the enemy. A tank was shooting at me and I tried to get close enough to take out the gunner. I took several shots and he lit me up. Close to death I escaped to the caves. John and I waited just before the exit. I group of men were coming in. I went to shoot the man when he walked in, but suddenly I was at gunpoint by John. He betrayed me. The man who walked in turned out to be a general. I pleaded that if he were going to kill me that he make it quick. He decided to let me live for a while. He explained to me that if I cooperated I would make it back to my squad. If I didn't he would kill me. Again I asked for it to be fast if he did. He pointed the gun at me and I flipped out. I said I'm not mad about dying, I'm upset that you said you wouldn't kill me. He was just showing me that he could kill me whenever he wanted.

Time skipped forward and suddenly I was handed my gun. Seems I had earned their trust. I shot the man in his chest the second I got the gun. The dream ended.

A Date Gone Bad

I was in a above ground bunker fighting off enemy forces. A group of us were firing out the window, but we couldn't get a solid shot on the enemies above us. I assisted a woman by holding her down as she leaned out the window. Solid teamwork. She was beautiful. Long brunette hair and a very aggressive attitude. She was in jeans and a tank top.

We fought our way out and through a narrow passage. Some how we were split up and I was out numbered. Defeated by four legged beasts with gnashing teeth. They jumped on me like a pack of hyenas and devoured me.

Black out. I'm in a car with a woman, the same woman I helped back at the bunker. What happened? We were battered, bruised and bandaged. I was in the back seat while her child rode shotgun. I don't know his name. I put my hand on her shoulder and caressed her neck as she lay her hand on mine. I had proven myself in battle and she was taking me home to meet her family.

We pull up to a black metal gate that swung open only to reveal a mansion. It looked like the entrance to a palace. I had won my princess and this would be our castle. She introduced me to her family. All twenty of her brothers and sisters were lined up on the steps standing across from their significant others. It looked like a gigantic wedding party. 

After the initial introduction I was introduced more personally to her sister's girlfriend. She looked like the type who could peel the skin off a cat... and enjoy it. I was told she was the greatest warrior among them and that she was preparing to fight. Wait... what fight? I ask, but I don't like the answer. She spoke of a tradition in her family. We would fight each other to the death in a giant two man team free for all. 21 couples. 21 teams. If you were of the families blood you were safe. Killing them resulted in a punishment so severe that you would beg for death. The blood winner would become the leader of the pack and their partner would become their mate.

I stood there among the 20 other dispensable meat bags. So this is why she chose me. She chose me so that she could win and become their pack leader. I didn't like this, but the gates closed behind me. Go big or go home.

Analysis

The gun fight was influenced by playing Titanfall all weekend long. What an awesome game. The woman's appearance was from watching this video. That's her. But it became clear that the woman was a direct representation of a girl a dated about 7 months ago. She had a son and looked similar. Our relationship was based only on what I had to offer. She told me how important first impressions are with her dad and that I should be nervous to meet him. She just wanted to bring home the perfect guy. One who her parents would approve of. And clearly The Hunger Games. Why 21? I have no idea. It's a nice number. 

I believe the emotion you experience in a dream is a reflection of what you are consciously or subconsciously experiencing in your waking hours. Perhaps I feel like I'm at war. My job is crazy hectic lately.